All these fish in sea you're a grain of sand
I regret all the need I had to stain your pants
Sustain my plans
Or this rage I have
You outcast me for having blades for hands
I'm late for class
Flung the teacher on the table watch 'em break in half
Man, I shake and act
Like I don't know how to be brave, in fact
I cave and blab random words to make you think I'm afraid to rap

Afraid to rap?
I ain't afraid of that
I'm afraid of everybody who hates the rap genre
This the industry, I'll smack a plant, like I'm LeShawna

I fly to rap at maximum speed
Cuz I heard that Snoop was stashing some weed
So I took a whiff and it smelled like cracking concrete
Shook it off, now i'm back on my feet
But why the hell am I still rapping for free
I got the skills to make the talentless weep
Is it Zas? Are you not a fan of his Jeep?
Do I have to act like that Cannibus geek?
And rap so well but get trapped in some beef
While I practiced to be, they were laughing at me
Now the plaques will be here, they want handouts from me

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Make you eat what you said till you can't even breathe
When they say words'll go to your head that's what they mean
And I'm a different being livin' breathin' without ease
Everything I do, you know I do it cuz I'm me
Put some candles in a circle so you can spawn me
But if I never reach the top, then sorry, it's on me

Never wanna be the person who was gonna end it
Never was the person who was really good at livin
Everyone commits to a certain way of livin'
If they didn't
Why would anybody wanna go listen
To someone else's no different
Goals, ambitions
And soul stitchin'

You make no sense like your fake boasts
Like Biggie in Death Row
Like Iggy with real nose
Like Mickey with ten toes
I'm spittin' lit and real dope
Hit your rib-bone
Grabbed your gut and then slit holes

Sometimes my mind doesn't know where to begin
Cuz all it's focused on are the events of the end
And I'm not talkin' about that song I made with Joe
Though I would like to go ahead and say I only like the hook
And that's it

See, the thing about me is that I'm never satisfied
Even when I had everything that I needed I
Felt like I had died inside and began to cry
Over what I thought was mine but it wasn't really time for me to find

Lemme tell you 'bout a different kind of pain
It ain't the same
It can make all your choices seem in vain
I feel insane
Every time I breathe I break
I realise that I need a break, thinkin' it's like a piece of cake

But no, where do you go
To learn what to do
When your own mother cries you're screwed

I'm Adam Lukat
All that I write is just wack and it's trash
Riding below Mr. Mazen Shabaan
But I've had it with rap
Cuz I'm Biting some flows and I added my crap ay

But I
Never wanna be infatuated with another person
Wanna be the greater
Wanna be the one better
Wanna be the one who will up and just corrupt every single bum who will listen to my songs

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